People were walking towards the bazaar, like on every Sunday. Aima was standing on the terrace looking down towards them. It was early morning. The sun appeared from the shadow of the horizon, brightly, creating an image in the mind of Aima.
She was very interested in knowing about the formation of the sun and the functioning of nature. She was the kind of girl who loved to contemplate about nature and had a firm belief that nature consoled people miseries, as if it had some kind of healing power. She also thought that how ungrateful we human beings are for we tend to ignore the small and mundane things near us. ....